Chapter 2292

"Then if you're not busy, why don't you go to my place and sit for a while?" Ma Lan said, lowering her head a bit shyly.

Perhaps it was because they hadn't been together for a long time, the freshness brought by time gave him a special impulse, and he nodded without hesitation, saying, "Sure."

So, the two walked out of the Western restaurant one after the other, got into the car, and Ma Lan drove straight toward her home.

In the car, perhaps because of the stimulation of alcohol, Zhao Desan thought to himself: anyway, I'm leaving, so who cares? Afraid that someone would call in the afternoon, he simply turned off his phone.

He followed Ma Lan to the house she had just bought in Xijing. He had been there once not long ago. After coming this time, he instinctively peeked into Tingting's boudoir on the first floor. Seeing that the open room was empty, he asked Ma Lan, "Sister Lan, Tingting isn't here today?"

Ma Lan said while getting water at the dispenser, "No, she went to Yunnan for a trip."

Sigh! Rich people are just different! Zhao Desan couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Isn't this the kind of life he wants? But it requires a solid economic foundation to achieve it.

Ma Lan took two glasses of water, walked over swaying, and sat down beside Zhao Desan, her rosy face looking as if she were a bit drunk.

Zhao Desan took a glass of water, took a sip, and asked, "Sister Lan, you wouldn't be drunk, would you?"

Ma Lan looked at him with flirtatious eyes, smiled charmingly, and her body softened and fell onto Zhao Desan. A hot jade hand gripped Zhao Desan's hand, and she said with a drunken look, "Desan, I miss you so much."

"Sister Lan, I miss you too." In this ambiguous atmosphere, the male fire in Zhao Desan's body had already been ignited and was burning little by little...

"Desan, sister misses you..." Ma Lan said, turning over, straddling Zhao Desan's lap, squinting those blurred eyes, and slightly opening those plump, red lips, pressing them toward Zhao Desan's mouth.

Stimulated by Ma Lan's active attack, Zhao Desan's two hands couldn't help but be restless, placing them on her slender waist, and he felt Ma Lan's fragrant tongue pushing into his mouth, carrying a hint of sweetness, as if looking for something, softly wriggling in his mouth...

Any man with normal physiological functions could not resist the passionate teasing of a mature and charming beauty like this. Soon, Zhao Desan couldn't hold back anymore, his two hands slipped into Ma Lan's lapels, touching that silk-like smooth, fragrant, snowy skin. The bit of fat on her waist made Zhao Desan feel even more tactile, making him caress her passionately, sliding along her waistband, and touching her plump, perky buttocks...

Ma Lan was, after all, a woman in her forties, at that age of being most hungry and thirsty for sex. With the cooperation of Zhao Desan's hands, she had completely thrown herself into the foreplay. Under the touch of Zhao Desan's extremely experienced hands, that continuous, electric-like numbness swept through her central nervous system, leaving her in a burning desire. Her face turned bright red; that redness was a flush of desire for the opposite sex, a kind of unbearable burning desire. While passionately kissing Zhao Desan, she couldn't help but grope around on Zhao Desan's body with her jade hands, finally finding his collar, unbuttoning his buttons one by one along his neck, her two slender jade hands caressing and rubbing his sturdy chest, and then she lowered her head to kiss Zhao Desan's chest...

"Ah..." That numbness, like an electric shock, made Zhao Desan couldn't help but let out a long breath. His hand, inserted into her waistband, moved further inside, and the tip of his middle finger touched a wet area. That slippery, tender feeling made him clearly feel that he had touched the most spiritual clam meat under the woman's body. It seemed to carry a kind of suction; when his middle finger just pushed into the clam meat, it was sucked in deeper...

When his middle finger suddenly entered the two pieces of clam meat, Ma Lan's body trembled violently, and then she used her teeth to bite hard on the small protrusion on Zhao Desan's chest. That was a stimulation more powerful than an electric shock, a feeling unprecedented for Zhao Desan, making him feel a sudden burst of passion. He hugged Ma Lan with both arms and used force, turning over like a hawk, taking the initiative, and pressing her under him. Like a madman, he began to roughly touch the clothes on her body...

Soon, the two were entangled on the sofa. Since there were only the two of them in Ma Lan's house today, they stripped each other naked. Two naked bodies were sometimes on top and sometimes on the bottom on the sofa. Under Zhao Desan's powerful fire attack, the beauty, whose body was already slightly soaked with fragrant sweat, was completely immersed in enjoyment, her face bright red, looking intoxicated. Those dark, bright eyes were filled with a layer of blurred mist, her pearly teeth gently biting her red lips, lifting her chin, and her long, dark, bright hair dancing gently with the movement of her body. At this moment, the beauty had changed her posture, straddling Zhao Desan, while rhythmically going crazy up and down, while emitting 'en en ah ah' infatuated low moans from her nostrils...

Zhao Desan, who was in a passive position, couldn't be willing to endure the demands of this forty-year-old woman. He pushed hard against her up and down movements, while thrusting his waist along with the rhythm of her dancing, while rubbing the round, white, big buns with his hands. After a violent ups and downs, the beauty on his body was already covered in fragrant sweat and gradually stopped, lying softly on the large leather sofa.

Zhao Desan, who had been in a passive position, finally turned over like a hawk, took the initiative, and carried the two long, white, beautiful legs of this infatuated beauty onto his shoulders, starting a full-fire attack. The violent firepower, accompanied by the 'pa pa pa' sound, continued to echo in the spacious living room...

Perhaps because the two were reminiscing today, chatting about too many past events that left them with endless aftertaste, those beautiful things sealed by time in the years, after removing that layer of cloth, that feeling surged into their hearts, making them involuntarily throw themselves into this infatuated old feeling.

A thorough joy finally ended when the two reached the peak of happiness together. The two, covered in sweat and naked, lay hugging each other on the sofa, panting one after another. Looking at each other, they couldn't help but burst into laughter. The beauty in his arms, who was forty years old but still as charming and attractive as a young woman, wrapped around him tightly like a snake, burying her head deeper into his arms, snuggling up to him as if Zhao Desan would fly away if she let go.

"You shot inside." Ma Lan felt something hot moving in her body, looking at Zhao Desan with an unfinished aftertaste, and said with a slight pant.

Under Ma Lan's reminder, Zhao Desan realized this point. Obviously, getting it inside shouldn't have happened for him. Although today the two felt as if they had returned to a few years ago, that fresh feeling made them both extremely intoxicated, but he didn't want this forty-year-old woman to give birth to a child for him. So, his originally relaxed and enjoying expression became slightly nervous and uneasy. While pulling out the guy who was still in her body, he laughed 'hehe' and explained, "It was too... too exciting just now, I really couldn't control it until..."

Ma Lan could see that Zhao Desan was nervous and deliberately teased him, saying, "It's okay, at worst, sister will give birth to a child for you. To be honest, sister really wants to be with you and have a child with you."

Seeing that Ma Lan didn't look like she was joking at all, the nervous expression on Zhao Desan's face became even more uneasy. He smiled awkwardly and said, "We have no name and no status, what does it matter if you give birth to a child for me, Sister Lan?"

Seeing Zhao Desan's nervous and uneasy look, Ma Lan laughed 'ge ge ge' and said, "Look at how scared you are, I'm just joking with you. You are so young, and I am so old, how could I delay your future? As long as I can hold you like this, I am already very happy." Saying this, Ma Lan added strength to her arms, holding Zhao Desan tighter.

After a thorough joy, the two hugged on the sofa for a long time before walking into the large bathroom together, washing off the sweat on their bodies, putting on their clothes, returning to a normal state, and sitting on the sofa chatting.

I don't know why, looking at Ma Lan wearing clothes at this time, that charming appearance, that graceful figure, and then recalling the crazy woman who was riding on him just now, Zhao Desan not only felt that women are a kind of animal that is hard to figure out, but also felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness in the depths of his heart. This feeling had existed since he had a relationship with the first woman he had no feelings for, and it had accompanied him until now.

They chatted about everything under the sun, until the light in the room dimmed, and the sunset glow projected from the floor-to-ceiling window took away the last ray of light. Ma Lan's mobile phone on the table rang, and this call interrupted their peaceful conversation.

Hearing the ringtone of Ma Lan's mobile phone, Zhao Desan instinctively cast his gaze over. His eyesight was so good that he just glanced at it and saw the name 'Liu Jianguo' displayed on the mobile phone screen. Then he saw that after Ma Lan picked up the mobile phone, her expression underwent a subtle change. A slightly unnatural smile hung on her flushed cheeks, and she said, "Sister will answer a call first." Saying this, she picked up the mobile phone and got up to walk toward the second floor.

Damn it, it's Liu Jianguo again! Looking at Ma Lan's graceful back as she walked upstairs, Zhao Desan said fiercely in his heart. Although he was very dissatisfied with sharing the same woman with Liu Jianguo, he now fully understood Ma Lan's behavior that sometimes made him a little hard to accept. Regarding the same betrayal, Zhao Desan had diametrically opposite attitudes toward Zheng Jie and Ma Lan. Zheng Jie followed Hu Tao entirely out of the pursuit of money and material things, while Ma Lan dealt with people in the officialdom entirely as a businesswoman, and there were some things she was powerless to do.

Thinking this way, Zhao Desan sighed long. He considered himself a man of love and righteousness. For a woman who truly gave her true feelings to him, Zhao Desan would never be stingy. Just like with Ma Lan, he had always been selfless and dedicated to her, even not hesitating to almost ruin his own political path for her. Originally, the trouble around him was already enough, but for the difficulties Ma Lan was facing now, he still stood up without hesitation and decided to wade through the muddy water for her again. Knowing that Director Sun was not easy to deal with, he still planned to meet him!